Girl with light brown that is almost blonde: Howdy, I'm Rosetanna Anne
Aprilfire. Call me Rosey cause if you call me Rosetanna your dead.
Angel guy with blonde hair that is almost like Quatre's: Howdy too. I'm Ertz, Rosey's muse. So Rosey does NOT under any circumstance, own Gundam Wing or JAG.
Rosey: You're so cruel.
Girl's voice: I guess she forgot us already.
Another girl's voice: How dare she!! We are The Insane Sisters.
Rosey/Ertz[confused]: Huh?
[Out of the shadows two girls walk up reviling them to be two powerful authoresses Duet-sama and Blossom.]
Rosey[shocked]: You two?
Duet-sama: Duh!
Blossom: Zannen zannen, my dear older Insane Sister.
Rosey: Shut up.
Blossom/Duet-sama: Whyyyyyyy???
Rosey: Because I'm the oldest.
Blossom/Duet-sama: Whyyyyy???
Ertz[listening to the three girls continue]: On to the fic and oh zulu for those non JAG or military people then it means hours.
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0300 Zulu Winner Residence Main L 4 Colony, outer space
Masked Individual 1: Is this the correct location?
Masked Individual 2: Yes, Sir. His room is on the third floor.
Masked Individual 1: Good. Let's get this started. *picks up a walkie- talkie* Aren't you ready yet?
No, Sir. Almost, Sir.
Masked Individual 1[still into the walkie-talkie]: Almost only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades. MOVE FASTER!!!
Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.
Masked Individual 2: Don't you think your being a little hard on him, Sir?
Masked Individual 1: No, I don't. Shut up and keep watch!
Masked Individual 2: Yes, Sir.
All systems down. You may proceed.
Masked Individual 1[to the walkie-talkie]:10-4. *to Masked Individual 2* Okay, let's get this show on the road.
[The two men immediately began their ascent to a third floor bedroom window. Upon entry to the room Masked Individual 1 sprayed a clear substance onto a rag and walks quietly over to the foot of a bed, occupied by a blonde teenage boy. Masked Individual 2 took a position by the door, listened, and nodded toward his partner, who immediately proceeded to the head of the bed. Where he stood quietly over the boy watching him sleep, monitoring each breath. Suddenly he cupped his hand containing the now moist rag over the boy's nose and mouth, awaking him with the pure momentum of his hand. The masked intruder held the boy down with one hand; allowing him only to struggle and faint with the fumes from the rag.]
************************************************************************** [Blossom and Duet-sama stares at a big sign that reads "Move to Part 1, please. ^-^ Thank you."]
Blossom[looking at Duet-sama]: Why didn't I ever think of that?
Duet-sama[smacks Blossom upside the head]: You did, young one.
Blossom: Oh yeah. *notices Rosey and Ertz walking their way* I'll be ahead of ya guys. You just stay here.
Duet-sama: Why? *to late. Blossom was already gone* D***, she's gone.
Rosey/Ertz[looking at the sign with big eyes]: That's a big sign.
Angel guy with blonde hair that is almost like Quatre's: Howdy too. I'm Ertz, Rosey's muse. So Rosey does NOT under any circumstance, own Gundam Wing or JAG.
Rosey: You're so cruel.
Girl's voice: I guess she forgot us already.
Another girl's voice: How dare she!! We are The Insane Sisters.
Rosey/Ertz[confused]: Huh?
[Out of the shadows two girls walk up reviling them to be two powerful authoresses Duet-sama and Blossom.]
Rosey[shocked]: You two?
Duet-sama: Duh!
Blossom: Zannen zannen, my dear older Insane Sister.
Rosey: Shut up.
Blossom/Duet-sama: Whyyyyyyy???
Rosey: Because I'm the oldest.
Blossom/Duet-sama: Whyyyyy???
Ertz[listening to the three girls continue]: On to the fic and oh zulu for those non JAG or military people then it means hours.
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0300 Zulu Winner Residence Main L 4 Colony, outer space
Masked Individual 1: Is this the correct location?
Masked Individual 2: Yes, Sir. His room is on the third floor.
Masked Individual 1: Good. Let's get this started. *picks up a walkie- talkie* Aren't you ready yet?
No, Sir. Almost, Sir.
Masked Individual 1[still into the walkie-talkie]: Almost only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades. MOVE FASTER!!!
Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.
Masked Individual 2: Don't you think your being a little hard on him, Sir?
Masked Individual 1: No, I don't. Shut up and keep watch!
Masked Individual 2: Yes, Sir.
All systems down. You may proceed.
Masked Individual 1[to the walkie-talkie]:10-4. *to Masked Individual 2* Okay, let's get this show on the road.
[The two men immediately began their ascent to a third floor bedroom window. Upon entry to the room Masked Individual 1 sprayed a clear substance onto a rag and walks quietly over to the foot of a bed, occupied by a blonde teenage boy. Masked Individual 2 took a position by the door, listened, and nodded toward his partner, who immediately proceeded to the head of the bed. Where he stood quietly over the boy watching him sleep, monitoring each breath. Suddenly he cupped his hand containing the now moist rag over the boy's nose and mouth, awaking him with the pure momentum of his hand. The masked intruder held the boy down with one hand; allowing him only to struggle and faint with the fumes from the rag.]
************************************************************************** [Blossom and Duet-sama stares at a big sign that reads "Move to Part 1, please. ^-^ Thank you."]
Blossom[looking at Duet-sama]: Why didn't I ever think of that?
Duet-sama[smacks Blossom upside the head]: You did, young one.
Blossom: Oh yeah. *notices Rosey and Ertz walking their way* I'll be ahead of ya guys. You just stay here.
Duet-sama: Why? *to late. Blossom was already gone* D***, she's gone.
Rosey/Ertz[looking at the sign with big eyes]: That's a big sign.
